A Witch Would Never Become a Cook!

An eternal winter is coming. The lights of civilization flicker and sway in the bitter cold.

The seeds of hope will perish, and dreams of the future will dissolve into lies.

Even the last lighthouse will go dark, as the darkest snowy night blankets a dying world.

All that remains on this desperate land is a raging, vicious blaze.

Su Luo scratched her head as she read.

"Did you see the newspaper?"

"What about it?"

"Those papers are trying to rile you up again."

The fiercest cook in history, the witch with the finest culinary skills.

[The Federation's Blaze]

[A Grand Conflagration]

[The Witch of Flame]

"This is ridiculous! All I can do is breathe fire from my hands. How is it that exaggerated?"

"And another thing! Who says I'm a full-time cook?!"

Banxia untied her apron and set down her kitchen knife as she spoke.

"Let them say what they want. I'm only wondering what we're having for dinner."

Su Luo picked up a freshly cut piece of pie and shoved it into her mouth.

"Wash your hands!"